Residue

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Oh! the aroma of coffee
bringing memories of a sweet intoxicating love
a love that started with promises of tasting like a mocha
but ended up leaving the taste of an espresso
So, while I worry if my heart will recover
my tastebuds seem to be at a higher risk
Sharing our love towards sipping coffee
I didn't realize time fly by
A quick turn of events -
you had finished savouring the sweet coffee
And I am now reduced to a bitter residue.


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  1. AnonymousJuly 25, 2022

    Oh sugar, you’ve bled too much 🥺Prepare for rescue

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